[The incestuous relationship began with that one time I needed to urinate]

I lived in a small courtyard with my mother, who had been widowed for many years (my older sister was studying at a university in another city). A common insult among the children was "your mother's cunt." I didn't know what it meant until I started elementary school, when I vaguely understood that "cunt" referred to a woman's genitals and that boys and girls were somewhat different. As I grew older, I learned a lot about sex from my classmates and learned terms like "sexual intercourse," "fucking," and "making love." One day, I read a pornographic book and felt an erection for the first time. From then on, I often felt an erection when I woke up in the morning. I started paying attention to the girls around me, often peeking under their skirts, hoping for an unexpected surprise, but I never saw anything. One day, I was desperate to urinate. I ran to the toilet while pulling down my pants. When I got there, I had already pulled my hard penis out of my pants. I lowered my head, holding my penis, ready to urinate. Oh my god! My mother was inside. I saw my mother's skirt lifted and tucked into her waistband, her underwear pulled down to her knees, her thighs spread wide. A stream of white urine was spurting from a patch of dark pubic hair. My mother looked at me and asked if I needed to pee. I didn't know how to answer. My mother said, "If you're in a hurry, just pee over here. I'll move over a little." She moved over a little, and since she said so, I decided to pee. I grabbed my hard penis and tried to hold it down, thinking I could finally relax. But it only made it worse. At first, I could hold it down, but then I remembered the image of my mother's dark pubic hair mixed with white urine. I couldn't hold it down anymore. So the urine splashed all over my mother; it was all over her buttocks. I was stunned. I thought, "This time, Mom's going to be angry." But Mom didn't say anything. She just quickly grabbed some toilet paper, wiped her bottom a couple of times, stood up beside me, pulled up her underwear, and went out into the house. I, however, stood frozen in the bathroom, thinking about what had just happened, completely at a loss. (嬀/bbdkdol) After a while, I went back into the house and Mom wasn't there. I went to the back of the house and heard the sound of water; I knew Mom was taking a bath. Suddenly, I felt a surge of curiosity (to peek at Mom taking a bath). In our countryside, the bathroom was a very simple, open-air space enclosed by bamboo. This made it easy for me. I tiptoed over and peeked through the gaps. Mom's figure was amazing! I'd never noticed before; maybe it was because Mom didn't like to dress up. Mom was wearing a transparent bathrobe, bending over, her entire buttocks exposed before my eyes. Those big, white, and round, alluring breasts made me feel incredibly aroused; I almost ejaculated! ...Suddenly, Mom glanced this way. Startled, I quickly went back into the house, not knowing what to do. A dozen minutes later, Mom came into the house and went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while I felt uneasy. I only came to my senses when Mom called me to eat. I thought maybe Mom hadn't noticed me peeking, and that I was just feeling guilty. So we ate in silence, my eyes avoiding Mom's gaze. I quickly finished dinner and rushed back to my room to do my homework, leaving Mom alone in the kitchen and living room tidying up. Thinking about everything I had seen that day, I slowly fell asleep. After that, I often fantasized about Mom's body, masturbating while recalling the patch of dark pubic hair on her genitals. Sigh! I wonder what a woman's genitals really look like? From then on, I liked to snuggle into Mom's arms, ostensibly to be affectionate, but actually to take advantage of her. Of course, Mom didn't know what I was doing and didn't mind. Summer vacation came, and my older sister came back with friends. I used to sleep in the same room as her, but since her friends were here, I had to sleep in my mother's room. That's how what happened next happened. I remember one night I needed to pee, and when I got back to bed, I noticed my mother's loose underwear swaying in the breeze from the fan. In the dim light, the shadow of her genitals was vaguely visible. I knelt down...I lay beside my mother's thighs for a long time, not daring to touch her for fear of waking her. I just watched until I felt sleepy, then lay back down to sleep. After that, I often deliberately stayed awake at night, waiting for my mother to fall asleep before pointing the fan at her and peeking at her genitals. But I could only see a few dark, shiny pubic hairs. From then on, going to bed at night became the thing I looked forward to most each day, hoping to one day catch a glimpse of my mother's vulva, but nothing happened. My sister went to school, and I went to sleep alone again. I could no longer peek, but unexpectedly, I became addicted. I couldn't sleep every night, sometimes lying in bed thinking about a certain girl (usually a TV or movie star). While masturbating, I started to lightly masturbate. Gradually, as I masturbated, I fantasized that the woman I was having sex with was my mother's face; I was fantasizing about having sex with my mother. And the frequency of these fantasies increased until eventually, I only fantasized about having sex with my mother. Days passed, and I still often snuggled in my mother's arms, pretending my hands were cold and slipping them inside her coat to warm them, intentionally or unintentionally touching her breasts. The first time I touched her breasts, she immediately pushed my hand away and gently scolded me, telling me not to do that. But I never took her scolding to heart, and would try again next time. Perhaps it was out of pampering, or perhaps out of annoyance that my mother no longer refused me, I often lightly stroked her breasts through her shirt. (嬀/bbdkdol) Winter break arrived in the blink of an eye, and my older sister came home. Since we shared a room, I could peek at her genitals, and maybe even get a glimpse of her vulva—it would be so exciting! But even though it was hot in the room, my sister still slept in long pants (she usually wears a skirt in the summer). I really wanted to see her genitals! After a few days, I couldn't resist any longer, so I decided to take action. I pulled down her pants, and then I could see them again. That night, after my sister fell asleep, I began my operation. Her pants had an elastic waistband, making them a bit difficult to pull down, but I still carefully and very slowly pulled them down. After pulling them down to her thighs, I discovered she was wearing underwear. At this point, her legs were closed (due to the elastic waistband), and there was no fan blowing on them. What to do? I decided to go all in and pull off her underwear as well. The underwear was much easier to remove; I pulled the strap, and it came off easily, then pulled down smoothly, except for her buttocks. But still, I couldn't see anything because her legs were still closed. However, I didn't dare pull it down any further, because to open her legs, I would have to take off her pants completely, which I dared not do. But this way… It was good enough, because it had been a long time since I'd seen a woman's genitals. Besides, I could see my sister's entire pubic hair; it was dark, fine, and beautiful. The only regret was that only a tiny bit of the cleft between her legs was visible, but I was still satisfied. Then I thought, since I'd already taken her clothes off, I might as well touch them. So I gently touched my sister's mons pubis, and then slowly covered the protrusion with my palm, gently stroking her pubic hair. Soft, fine, smooth, and warm. I did this several times throughout the winter, taking off my sister's pants, but each time it was just a quick look and a touch, nothing more. I didn't know if my sister knew I was secretly taking off her pants, but I figured she probably didn't, because she never suddenly woke up. (嬀/bbdkdol) After my sister left after the New Year, I used the excuse that my mother's room was warm to go to sleep in her room, but actually I wanted to peek. That night, as soon as I got into bed, I pretended to be asleep, and soon my mother got into bed too. I don't know how much time passed, but I thought my mother must be fast asleep. So I got up, but I couldn't see anything because my mother's legs weren't open. I didn't dare move my mother's legs, so I just waited quietly to see if she would change her position. I got so tired of waiting that I fell asleep. The next night, I finally got my chance, and it didn't take long. My mother got into bed and lay wide-legged until she fell asleep. So I saw my mother's genitals. Because I could only see in from the side, all I could see was a dark patch of pubic hair. But that was enough to excite me, so I lay down next to my mother and masturbated while watching. From then on, it became a routine every night. Until one day, something was different. That day, I pretended to be asleep as usual, but my mother went to bed very late. I waited for a long time until she fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt something was strange. Why was my mother covered with a blanket today? So I slowly lifted the thin blanket from the bottom up. It turned out that my mother was wearing... I lifted my mother's skirt. I thought nothing would happen today, but without realizing it, I gently lifted it. What I saw shocked me. My mother wasn't wearing underwear. Her entire pubic hair was laid bare before me. Her pubic hair was much thicker, darker, shinier, and more alluring than my sister's. Suddenly, my mother rolled over, startling me. But when I regained my composure, my heart raced, and my mind went blank. My mother had spread her legs wide. This time, I saw more than just pubic hair; I saw everything I'd never seen before. Her pubic area… Her labia and a long slit, almost revealing her anus. I stared intently, because this was a rare opportunity; Mom doesn't go without underwear every day. As I looked, I couldn't resist reaching out and touching her thigh. She didn't react. So I continued touching; her thighs were so smooth and soft. I boldly moved my hand down to her crotch, stopping at her vulva. I kept my hand on her labia, careful not to wake her, and slowly, I felt it. It was so exciting; my penis got hard. (嬀/bbdkdol) From then on, I loved snuggling into my mother's arms even more. As the weather got warmer, my mother wore less and less clothing, and I could slip my hands inside her clothes and touch her breasts through her bra. Perhaps my mother still thought of me as a child, and didn't object too much. Sometimes I would deliberately hug my mother from behind and slip my hands inside her clothes to touch her stomach. My mother thought I was just being mischievous and didn't pay much attention. Actually, every time I touched her, my penis would get erect, and I would get very excited. With my mother's indulgence, I became bolder and bolder. After a while, I started reaching under my mother's skirt to touch her. At first, I only dared to touch my mother's thighs. I remember the first time... When I reached under my mother's skirt, she tapped me on the head, warning me not to. Of course, I wouldn't give up so easily; I'd try again next time. I didn't understand why my mother was so indulgent with me, and I knew that as long as I didn't go too far or rush things, even if it didn't work the first time, the second, the third… my mother would always give in. By then, my mother probably wouldn't treat me like a little kid anymore; I was almost in middle school, and I was even starting to grow body hair. Gradually, I stopped just snuggling in my mother's arms and started groping her all over, inside and out. And I even dared to touch her genitals through her underwear. My mother no longer reacted. The summer vacation between sixth grade and first grade went by the fastest because my older sister wasn't coming home. I could spend all day with my mom, though there were still some annoying neighbors. Of course, I didn't mind when they occasionally brought us homemade steamed buns or dumplings, but most of the time they were just visiting. Each time they came, they could stay for a morning or an afternoon, and my mom would chat with them while trimming loose threads. Of course, I would help trim the threads, becoming their natural audience. Then we'd talk about everything under the sun, the necessities of life—rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea—that's all we talked about every day. (嬀/bbdkdol) My favorite time was at noon when I would go to my mom's room to sleep with her. I was always happy during my afternoon nap because I would playfully slip my hand inside my mom's clothes and touch her. My mom wouldn't care what I was doing; she would just lie in bed and let me touch her, while she slept. But usually, she would let me touch her to my heart's content before going to sleep herself. Later, I grew bolder and bolder, and finally took off my mother's clothes. At first, my mother was reluctant, and she would push my hands away when I unbuttoned her clothes, but I continued. After a few times, my mother got annoyed and ignored me, so I unbuttoned her top. After unbuttoning it, I spread the clothes out and saw my mother's bare upper body, and of course, her bra. I touched her through the bra for a while, but I wasn't satisfied, so I forced my hand inside. My mother initially objected, but after my persistence, she stopped caring. My mother's breasts were large and firm, and felt wonderful. I lay down next to my mother and gently massaged them with one hand. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep. Life went on like this. Until one day, I lay down next to my mother, slipped my hands inside her bra, and gently kneaded her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples lightly and tracing circles on them with my fingers. My mother didn't react; she just lay there peacefully with her eyes closed. I thought that even if I went too far, she would only scold me at most, so I hardened my heart, pulled down the bra straps, and removed the cups, exposing her entire breasts. She still didn't react; I thought she had tacitly consented. I gently stroked her breasts; they were truly beautiful, no less than a young girl's. At the same time...My hand began to move downwards. It slowly reached my mother's lower abdomen, which was flat and smooth. I gently stroked it, but she didn't react. I was surprised, but didn't think much of it. I thought, "Since that's the case, I'll just undress her." So I slowly pulled her skirt up from the hem, until it was completely flipped up. Without further ado, I pulled her underwear down to her knees. Suddenly, she opened her eyes. I was startled, thinking she was angry and about to explode. But she just stared at me without saying a word. I froze (but my other hand didn't stop its assault on her breasts), unsure what to do. Continuing to undress her might really anger her, but backing down felt like a waste. I noticed her face had turned very flushed. I timidly reached out and touched her thigh, and she flinched. The two of them stared at each other in a stalemate for several minutes. Then Mom closed her eyes and lay back down. I don't know why, but it didn't seem like she was angry. So I continued what I was doing. I pulled down Mom's underwear completely from her calves, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. Her skin was fair and delicate, her pubic hair was thick and dark, and her legs were long and slender.

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